Post by Melinda Rhodes on Nov 5, 2021 21:35:23 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME GA
BELL TIME 7PM EST
ROME GA
BELL TIME 7PM EST
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INTRO
Pyro explodes in synchronous to the music as the Savage Revolution highlight reel plays, showing the talent doing what they do best, being amazing! The fans in the crowds are holding up signs like, "I'M A SAVAGE!!!" "LUTHER IS MY THUNDER!" "CHOKE ON YOUR PERFUME, BIANCA!" "WE WANT HOUSE OF DIX!!!" and many more! The camera pans the crowd to eventually come to a rest on Joe Koss and Mike Spazz at the announce table together once more!
Koss: Joe Koss and Mike Spazz here for another episode of Savage Revolution!
Spazz: Sup Mofuggas!
Koss: The card is stacked, the talent is insane, and the savages in the back are frothing! Dandelion Ogawa makes her return to the SRW ring against the Midwest Nightmare, Ryan Samuels, Risa Jackson is taking on Jazmyn Rain, Kate Steele defending against Isa Storm, Veronica Taylor and Danielle Page representing the Influencers are taking on the SMC Riot Group in a Lumber Jack and Jill Tag match, the well anticipated Ursula Von Rossbach versus Winston Dyson-Millar Hardcore showdown, Becca Maguire FINALLY gets her shot against Luther Thunder for the Conquest Championship-
Spazz: About fucking time. I was gonna' throw a brick at management if they kept ignoring a badass bitch like that!
Koss: -and our Main Event Justice Cross and Griffin Hawkins team up against their rivals, Bianca Davis and Kendrick Kross in a Tornado Tag Team Elimination Match inside of a 15 foot high steel cage!
Spazz: Yeah but Griff had a bit of a rough go earlier in the day.
Koss: So very true! He suffered an assault at the hands of Xavier Laroux early in their show during an interview segment. Bruised ribs and roughly fifteen stitches from a gash right on his forehead. Yet he's still on his way here despite the injury. Nobody would blame him for taking a night off after that but-
Spazz: -Griff's a dumbass tough guy, but that's what the fans want yo. Badasses who march on and fight no matter how fucked up they get.
Koss: Indeed! Time is wasting and our opening match is up next!
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INTRO
Pyro explodes in synchronous to the music as the Savage Revolution highlight reel plays, showing the talent doing what they do best, being amazing! The fans in the crowds are holding up signs like, "I'M A SAVAGE!!!" "LUTHER IS MY THUNDER!" "CHOKE ON YOUR PERFUME, BIANCA!" "WE WANT HOUSE OF DIX!!!" and many more! The camera pans the crowd to eventually come to a rest on Joe Koss and Mike Spazz at the announce table together once more!
Koss: Joe Koss and Mike Spazz here for another episode of Savage Revolution!
Spazz: Sup Mofuggas!
Koss: The card is stacked, the talent is insane, and the savages in the back are frothing! Dandelion Ogawa makes her return to the SRW ring against the Midwest Nightmare, Ryan Samuels, Risa Jackson is taking on Jazmyn Rain, Kate Steele defending against Isa Storm, Veronica Taylor and Danielle Page representing the Influencers are taking on the SMC Riot Group in a Lumber Jack and Jill Tag match, the well anticipated Ursula Von Rossbach versus Winston Dyson-Millar Hardcore showdown, Becca Maguire FINALLY gets her shot against Luther Thunder for the Conquest Championship-
Spazz: About fucking time. I was gonna' throw a brick at management if they kept ignoring a badass bitch like that!
Koss: -and our Main Event Justice Cross and Griffin Hawkins team up against their rivals, Bianca Davis and Kendrick Kross in a Tornado Tag Team Elimination Match inside of a 15 foot high steel cage!
Spazz: Yeah but Griff had a bit of a rough go earlier in the day.
Koss: So very true! He suffered an assault at the hands of Xavier Laroux early in their show during an interview segment. Bruised ribs and roughly fifteen stitches from a gash right on his forehead. Yet he's still on his way here despite the injury. Nobody would blame him for taking a night off after that but-
Spazz: -Griff's a dumbass tough guy, but that's what the fans want yo. Badasses who march on and fight no matter how fucked up they get.
Koss: Indeed! Time is wasting and our opening match is up next!
-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-RYAN SAMUELS-
The match begins explosively, with the large frame of Nightmare steam rolling Ogawa with one sick running European Uppercut when she was least expecting it! He picks her up and hurls her into a corner where he then proceeds to batter her with chops over and over, till she drops to a seat. There he proceeds to stomp and batter Akako until the referee forces him back. Samuels squares off with the ref, trying to force the man to cower before him, but the ref holds firm! This gives enough of a distraction for Akako Ogawa to come up from behind with a roll-up cradle, catching Samuel off guard. She pins him in such a way that his own weight is used against him and while he does kick out and send her flying across the ring, it isn’t quick enough. 1-2-3!
WINNER: AKAKO OGAWA!!!
Spazz: Any way you can yo!
Koss: Never, EVER underestimate an opponent like Akako! The Dandelion will make a fool out of you if you do!
The Influencers are in their locker room when an angered Bianca Davis walks into the locker room.
Bianca Davis: I still can’t believe I have to step into not only the ring but the ring surrounded by a steal cage. The audacity of people who think this match is a good idea much less without any of you in the cage to watch my back. Both Justice and Griffin hate me.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: It will be alright, B. Even though Kendrick isn’t an Influencer he isn’t a slouch inside the ring. He’ll be able to hold off Griffin while you deal with Justice.
Bianca Davis: Ugh fine, I guess!
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: At least you’ll be protected from all those miscreants, B. Vero and I will have all of them unworthy fools surrounding the ring while we have to face off with those God awful, Riot Squad.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, they are literally the worst.
Vanessa Page: But it is I that has to be ringside with all those ugly marks and Influencers wannabees.
Bianca Davis: That is rough, V. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Veronica Taylor: Seriously?
Bianca Davis:(Smiles devilishly)Ok, maybe I would.
The Influencers begin to laugh.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Alright ladies, let's go show the unworthy masses that despite being put behind the eight ball in unenviable situations that we still come out successful as we continue to influence the world.
WINNER: AKAKO OGAWA!!!
Spazz: Any way you can yo!
Koss: Never, EVER underestimate an opponent like Akako! The Dandelion will make a fool out of you if you do!
SEGMENT
The Influencers are in their locker room when an angered Bianca Davis walks into the locker room.
Bianca Davis: I still can’t believe I have to step into not only the ring but the ring surrounded by a steal cage. The audacity of people who think this match is a good idea much less without any of you in the cage to watch my back. Both Justice and Griffin hate me.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: It will be alright, B. Even though Kendrick isn’t an Influencer he isn’t a slouch inside the ring. He’ll be able to hold off Griffin while you deal with Justice.
Bianca Davis: Ugh fine, I guess!
“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: At least you’ll be protected from all those miscreants, B. Vero and I will have all of them unworthy fools surrounding the ring while we have to face off with those God awful, Riot Squad.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh, they are literally the worst.
Vanessa Page: But it is I that has to be ringside with all those ugly marks and Influencers wannabees.
Bianca Davis: That is rough, V. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.
Veronica Taylor: Seriously?
Bianca Davis:(Smiles devilishly)Ok, maybe I would.
The Influencers begin to laugh.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Alright ladies, let's go show the unworthy masses that despite being put behind the eight ball in unenviable situations that we still come out successful as we continue to influence the world.
-RISA JACKSON-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
The match begins with a blitz of high energy between these two fast moving competitors! Strikes are weaved and danced around, holds are escaped one after the other, and neither one seems to get an advantage on one another for many minutes until Risa catches Jazmyn off guard with a Dropsault kick, putting distance between them. Before Jazmyn can recover, she hits the TYPE I Corkscrew Roundhouse kick, rocking Jazmyn off her feet once again! The Charm of the South is slower to rise as Risa goes for SPAGHETTIFICATI-NO! Jazmyn manages to escape and spins around to deliver a boot to the gut followed by a devastating DIVINE INTERVENTION DDT! Jazmyn makes the cover but Risa kicks out at two! The SuperNova is in trouble as she soon after falls prey to the RAIN DROP! Jazmyn climbs the top rope, signaling for her finish. She crouches low, takes aim, and flies with THE RAIN SPLASH but RISA PULLS HER KNEES UP! Jazmyn crashes and burns across raised shins, trashing on the canvas as Risa then kips up as Jazmyn pulls herself to a seat in the corner. Risa rushes forward and hits a running IMPACT CRATER KNEE to the face! Gathering the stunned Jazmyn up, she drops down with SPAGHETTIFICATION, this time locking in the hold and Jazmyn is forced to tap out in the middle of the ring!
WINNER: RISA JACKSON!
Spazz: Woah shit!
Koss: Indeed! Jazmyn mentioned Risa's infamous finisher nearly two weeks ago in some harsh words for Isa Storm and now she can share in the experience!
Spazz: Risa Jax is a bad bad bitch and don't you forget it!
Koss: Indeed! Jazmyn mentioned Risa's infamous finisher nearly two weeks ago in some harsh words for Isa Storm and now she can share in the experience!
Spazz: Risa Jax is a bad bad bitch and don't you forget it!
SEGMENT
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Kate Steele with her Hardcore Championship. She is all smiles as she looks right into the camera lens and begins to speak.
Kate: You know… I feel really fucking good about myself. It’s one thing to be a good champion. It’s another thing to be a great champion, and it’s on another level to be a dominant champion. Damn it I can say from the bottom of my heart that I am definitely all three and I know for a fact that there isn’t anybody in this company who is close to me in skill or definitely in tenacity when it comes to going to that ring and doing what I do. I know some might try to claim they have what it takes but honestly how many people have ran their mouths?!
Kate shrugs her shoulders as she keeps her eyes on her championship.
Kate: Too many fucking people have talked shit and in return they get put right in their place. They need to respect that I am the champion for a reason and I will be damned if anybody tries to walk in on my territory and take away the very thing that I have worked my ass off into achieving. With every single match I just seem to get better. I am on a path to creating something legendary and for me when it comes to this title it is about shattering the record that Juliet Black has had with it. That is what is on my mind. I didn’t come here to be second rate. I came here to be the best of the best and everybody else needs to follow suit.
Kate smirks as she nods her head in return.
Kate: However it seems like things are going to kick it up a notch because this week on Savage Revolution we are going to be in for a huge treat. I get to step in the ring against Isa Storm and we are going to do battle for my Hardcore Championship. Now let’s get things right out of the way. Do I respect Isa?! You damn right I respect her. She is a tough wrestler, she got some size to her and is an absolute beast. However what I don’t respect is the way she constantly tries to trash me as if I don’t have any technical ability. Don’t let my Hardcore reign confuse you. I am very much a technical and submission wrestler at heart. I don’t have any qualms in choking you the fuck out and laughing about it all later. I have that type of ability and I know for a fact that I am better than you.
Kate chuckles as she continues to share her heart.
Kate: When we fought the last time there was a third party involved and I will say that you might not have been involved in the final decision. So you can hold onto that excuse. Although at the end of the day you still took an L so that’s all I really care about. You can try to talk shit as much as you want but I am still the champion and you simply are not. Now that we are facing off in a one on one match this is your chance to step the fuck up. This is your chance to actually back up all of that shit you were saying and to amount to something. Will you do that?!
Kate shakes her head.
Kate: I highly doubt that because your eyes have been more focused on your women crush Wednesday with your little girlfriend. That’s fine and dandy but I didn’t come here to see who you were getting fucked by. I am not here to see you saying how you are this good or how you are that good. I want to see action. I want to see you actually doing something and I want a reason to take you seriously. Do I get that vibe when it comes to you?!
Kate shakes her head.
Kate: Not really… Nor am I really that intimidated. At the end of the day I am the one with the champion. I am the one that has been a huge threat here and I will continue to be a fucking threat. Who would have thought that the smallest ones have the biggest of bites?! That is me in a nutshell and I have proven it time and time again. I get it… You can claim your wrestling superiority but I am a proven fact. Whenever I go to a wrestling company I always find my way to having a vice grip on a championship. Once I lock my hands on something I don’t let go. It’s mine until I am ready to let it go to chase after something else. Now isn’t that time. This title represents my entire livelihood. Not only does it showcase my championship pedigree but it also guarantees my right to be booked on each and every single show. It guarantees my spot and I won’t let you take that away from me. Not now and certainly not ever…
Kate smacks her championship hard.
Kate: You want this championship?! You want to prove you are better than me?! By all means you better come take it from me. You better give me everything you got. Showcase why you are the best fucking woman. If you don’t I am going to wreck your shit. I am the Siren for a reason and come this show I will showcase what a Siren’s Song is. Prepare to get Shipwrecked…. See you soon and don’t let down…. Cheers.
With that Kate is super focused as she keeps looking into the camera as we fade out on her.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATE STEELE(C)-VS-ISA STORM-
-KATE STEELE(C)-VS-ISA STORM-
Isa Storm holds true, not entering the match with a weapon, while the Hardcore Champion stands with a kendo stick in one hand and a steel chair in the other. The bell would ring and the two come at each other. Kate tosses the chair, Isa knocks it aside effortlessly but takes a sharp crack with the Stick to the back. Kate would twirl and whirl with each strike, lighting up Storm with stylish but lightning fast strikes with sharp cracks echoing over the roar of the crowd watching. Suddenly Isa catches the stick between her ribs and arm and yanks Kate right into a sharp kick to the gut. Dropping the stick, Isa then spins around with a wicked Lariat that takes Kate off her feet! This is promptly followed up by a springboard moonsault, followed by a standing moonsault and pinfall. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!!
Isa throws Kate into a corner and hits a CORNER SPLASH FOLLOWED BY A RUNNING LEG BULLDOG! Kate's head bounces off the canvas and Isa goes for another pin! ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHR-KICKOUT!!!!
Isa slaps the canvas in frustration then gathers Kate up and gets caught with a forearm that leads into a huge exchange of strikes back and forth. Kicks, punches, elbows, forearms, and even a headbutt or two, but in the end, Kate catches Isa with a surprise gut kick and FLOATOVER NECKBREAKER! She then gathers Isa and whips her into a corner. She then rushes in only for Isa to drop, Kate flying into the turnbuckles with enough force to flip over the ropes and out of the ring onto the apron, gripping one rope just to stay on. She pulls herself up only for Isa to hit a stiff forearm that launches her off the apron to the floor! Isa then hits a Suicide Senton splash on a rising Kate Steele! The champ is rocked and Isa pumps her fist in triumph. Gathering her foe up, Isa slings Kate onto the Spanish Announce table, giving her a few chops to the abs to keep her down. She then climbs onto the apron and hits a springboard Moonsault on Kate, driving them both through the table!
Isa gathers Kate up from the wreckage shouting, "YOU LIKE HARDCORE? LET'S DO HARDCORE!" She gathers a chair up at the time keeper's table and slips Kate's head through the opening, then shoves her forward, jacking her neck inside the chair as it hits the floor before her! The chair slides off of her head as she rolls on her back, clutching her throat and letting out croaking coughs. Isa looks at the crowd, roaring at them, "YOU LIKE THIS CRAP?!"
Crowd: YYYYYYEEEAAHHH!!!
She rolls her eyes and turns back to find Kate Steele on her feet with chair in hand. In moments, the chair cracks her right on the top of her head, dropping her to one knee. Kate then unfolds the chair and sets it down. Isa gets to her feet with a wild swing, but Kate catches the arm and hits THE PUNK DRIVER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!! The chair practically explodes from the impact as Kate makes the cover. ONE! TWO!! TTTTTHHHHRRRREEE!!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!!
Kate takes her belt and hoists it up in the air as her music plays over the P/A system.
Spazz: I thought Stormy had it man!
Koss: This match could've gone either way, but Kate Steele pulls out the win and carries on as, thus far, the Hardcore Champ with the most defenses in the book!
Spazz: But her body has GOT to be screaming in pain, defending every single show and event going on. She cannot keep this shit up yo.
Koss: Well that may be true, but we'll see just how long she can hold out soon enough!
Bandit: Do we really have to go through with this bullshit charade?
Bullet shrugs.
Bullet: ¿Por qué no?
Bandit shakes her head disgustedly.
Bandit: Ale, you can’t be serious…
Bullet shrugs as if the answer is obvious.
Bullet: Because we know how this movie must play out. We know that Influencers are not as good a team without their usual partners but can still pull the same mierda they do otherwise. We know Veronica and Danielle will not likely be without Vanessa and Bianca for very long. We know they will not miss an opportunity to attempt to embarrass another team…
Bandit nods, cutting in.
Bandit: Especially not one that helped do what we did to the Pretty Committee in WWA in my junkyard.
Bullet nods her agreements and approval.
Bullet: Es la verdad…
Bandit crosses her arms.
Bandit: Isn’t Vaness supposed to be one of the lumberjills?
Bullet nods.
Bullet As well as Juliet Black, Tracy Dixon, Halo, Sammi Belmont and Faye Lange. You know what that means?
Bandit nods.
Bandit: Kara Harrington and Katrina Cage are just as likely to show up to go after Vanessa and Bianca when Bianca shows her face. Black, Lange and Halo just like to fight and we know Killer, Psycho and Bruiser won’t leave us out there on an island if it comes to it.
Bullet smiles.
Bullet: So we go out there to let the movie play, knowing it will be a fight and this will not be over quickly and you will not enjoy this.
Bandit smirks back at her partner.
Bandit: I don’t know, if this plays out the way it usually does with those four and that any people who hate their guts in one place, it might be over quickly and I would most definitely enjoy it!
Bullet shrugs.
Bullet: One can hope…
Bandit nods in return.
Bandit: Yes, one can.
Isa throws Kate into a corner and hits a CORNER SPLASH FOLLOWED BY A RUNNING LEG BULLDOG! Kate's head bounces off the canvas and Isa goes for another pin! ONE!! TWO!!! TTTHHR-KICKOUT!!!!
Isa slaps the canvas in frustration then gathers Kate up and gets caught with a forearm that leads into a huge exchange of strikes back and forth. Kicks, punches, elbows, forearms, and even a headbutt or two, but in the end, Kate catches Isa with a surprise gut kick and FLOATOVER NECKBREAKER! She then gathers Isa and whips her into a corner. She then rushes in only for Isa to drop, Kate flying into the turnbuckles with enough force to flip over the ropes and out of the ring onto the apron, gripping one rope just to stay on. She pulls herself up only for Isa to hit a stiff forearm that launches her off the apron to the floor! Isa then hits a Suicide Senton splash on a rising Kate Steele! The champ is rocked and Isa pumps her fist in triumph. Gathering her foe up, Isa slings Kate onto the Spanish Announce table, giving her a few chops to the abs to keep her down. She then climbs onto the apron and hits a springboard Moonsault on Kate, driving them both through the table!
Isa gathers Kate up from the wreckage shouting, "YOU LIKE HARDCORE? LET'S DO HARDCORE!" She gathers a chair up at the time keeper's table and slips Kate's head through the opening, then shoves her forward, jacking her neck inside the chair as it hits the floor before her! The chair slides off of her head as she rolls on her back, clutching her throat and letting out croaking coughs. Isa looks at the crowd, roaring at them, "YOU LIKE THIS CRAP?!"
Crowd: YYYYYYEEEAAHHH!!!
She rolls her eyes and turns back to find Kate Steele on her feet with chair in hand. In moments, the chair cracks her right on the top of her head, dropping her to one knee. Kate then unfolds the chair and sets it down. Isa gets to her feet with a wild swing, but Kate catches the arm and hits THE PUNK DRIVER ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!! The chair practically explodes from the impact as Kate makes the cover. ONE! TWO!! TTTTTHHHHRRRREEE!!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!!
Kate takes her belt and hoists it up in the air as her music plays over the P/A system.
Spazz: I thought Stormy had it man!
Koss: This match could've gone either way, but Kate Steele pulls out the win and carries on as, thus far, the Hardcore Champ with the most defenses in the book!
Spazz: But her body has GOT to be screaming in pain, defending every single show and event going on. She cannot keep this shit up yo.
Koss: Well that may be true, but we'll see just how long she can hold out soon enough!
SEGMENT
Backstage, the camera finds an annoyed-looking SMC Riot Group standing in a hallway.Bandit: Do we really have to go through with this bullshit charade?
Bullet shrugs.
Bullet: ¿Por qué no?
Bandit shakes her head disgustedly.
Bandit: Ale, you can’t be serious…
Bullet shrugs as if the answer is obvious.
Bullet: Because we know how this movie must play out. We know that Influencers are not as good a team without their usual partners but can still pull the same mierda they do otherwise. We know Veronica and Danielle will not likely be without Vanessa and Bianca for very long. We know they will not miss an opportunity to attempt to embarrass another team…
Bandit nods, cutting in.
Bandit: Especially not one that helped do what we did to the Pretty Committee in WWA in my junkyard.
Bullet nods her agreements and approval.
Bullet: Es la verdad…
Bandit crosses her arms.
Bandit: Isn’t Vaness supposed to be one of the lumberjills?
Bullet nods.
Bullet As well as Juliet Black, Tracy Dixon, Halo, Sammi Belmont and Faye Lange. You know what that means?
Bandit nods.
Bandit: Kara Harrington and Katrina Cage are just as likely to show up to go after Vanessa and Bianca when Bianca shows her face. Black, Lange and Halo just like to fight and we know Killer, Psycho and Bruiser won’t leave us out there on an island if it comes to it.
Bullet smiles.
Bullet: So we go out there to let the movie play, knowing it will be a fight and this will not be over quickly and you will not enjoy this.
Bandit smirks back at her partner.
Bandit: I don’t know, if this plays out the way it usually does with those four and that any people who hate their guts in one place, it might be over quickly and I would most definitely enjoy it!
Bullet shrugs.
Bullet: One can hope…
Bandit nods in return.
Bandit: Yes, one can.
TAG TEAM LUMBERJACK MATCH
-INFLUENCERS (VERONICA TAYLOR & DANIELLE PAGE)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
LumberJacks/Jills:
Juliet Black, Tracy Dixon, Vanessa Page, Sammi Belmont, Faye Lange, Halo
-INFLUENCERS (VERONICA TAYLOR & DANIELLE PAGE)-VS-RIOT GROUP-
LumberJacks/Jills:
Juliet Black, Tracy Dixon, Vanessa Page, Sammi Belmont, Faye Lange, Halo
Bullet and Bandit stand in their corner glaring over at the smirking pair of Veronica Taylor and Danielle Page. Juliet Black, Tracy Dixon, Vanessa Page, Sammi Belmont, Faye Lange and Halo all look on from the floor, surrounding the ring. Vanessa Page doesn’t look exactly comfortable with the company she’s keeping but she and her sister continuously nod to each other as if everything is proceeding according to plan. Veronica steps out, looking disgusted and yet still somehow above it all. Bullet nods to her and walks out to meet her, Bandit stepping out to the apron. Veronica glances back and nods to Danielle, who nods to Vanessa. Veronica turns around and backs up immediately at the sight of Bullet starting instead of Bandit.
As Bullet moves a little closer to the ropes to take an angle on Veronica, Vanessa starts to reach in only to find herself staring into the eyes of Tracy Dixon on one side and Sammi Belmont on the other. Juliet Black almost starts laughing from across the ring as Vanessa backs up, her hands in the air to show she’s not doing anything. Dixon and Belmont both nod knowingly, crossing their arms to show their full disposition. The referee comes over and starts to get on them for looking like they’re about to get physical with each other and Vanessa protests that she wasn’t doing anything. Tracy and Sammi both back up a step to show the referee the proper respect while their arms remain crossed and their gazes remain affixed to Vanessa.
Veronica nods to Danielle and the two of them try to jump Bullet as a duo while the referee is not looking. Bullet starts throwing wild punches to defend herself but the Influencers start to take over. Bandit runs across the ring and the crowd explodes as the four of them start fighting. The referee turns around to see all four competitors going at it in the ring and starts counting at them to try and get some control.
1!
2!
3!
Danielle separates from Bandit and runs to her corner, stepping out to the apron.
4!
Bandit turns and runs back to her corner as well, the referee following her back. With the referee’s back turns again, Danielle comes right back in and Vanessa goes to throw her something from the floor. Dixon and Belmont both tackle Vanessa on the floor. Danielle catches the knucks and fumbles with them a second before slipping them onto her hand. As she gates them on properly, the referee turns around to see her putting them on. He gets out his warning just as Danielle goes to hit Bullet. Bullet moves and Danielle makes contact with the Shieldmaidens’ President’s forehead! The referee calls for the disqualification and all hell breaks loose. Bandit runs into the ring and jumps onto Danielle. Veronica grabs Danielle and pulls her out to the floor when the lumberjacks are all moving in to finish off Vanessa. Veronica grabs the perfume bottle and starts spraying in every direction. This allows Danielle to grab her sister and for the Influencers to book it up the aisle.
WINNERS BY DISQUALIFICATION: RIOT GROUP!!
Spazz: I'm with the fans! That's fuckin' bullshit!
Koss: The Influencers lost, but they managed to potentially concuss a member of one of their tag team opponents and you have to wonder how that's going to effect the huge mutli tag team championship match coming up at Final Countdown.
Spazz: No shit, yo. Brass Knucks are no fuckin' joke, even to the thickest of skulls dawg.
The Lady Terminator relaxes in a comfortable leather lounge chair within her private locker room, dressed in her black leather wrestling attire. She passes the time waiting for her match reading the classic George Orwell novel, 1984. The room itself was unlike any other locker room in the building, featuring a pair of hand carved wooden lockers, a matching short bench, velvet carpeted floor, and a rather large flat panel display that taps directly into the arena’s live feed of the wrestling ring. With a lick of her thumb, she turns the page.
There is a knock on the door, and it opens without waiting for a response. In walks the number one contender for the Queen of the South Championship, CCM.
CCM: Crikey... pretty sweet crib you’ve got here. I laced my boots up sitting on a bucket.
Ursula slips a bookmark between the pages she was reading and places the book down on a nearby end table.
UVR: When one negotiates properly, they can have a great deal. Everything in here is my property.
She clasps her hands together, opting to remain seated and comfortable as she regards the younger Millar before her.
UVR: What can I do for you, Mr. Millar?
CCM smiles.
CCM: I’m looking forward to your match with my father tonight. Don’t sleep on the old man, he’s up in years, but he’s still a tough bastard. But... yeah. Just wanted to assure you, I won’t be getting involved tonight. Thought it might help you rest easy, something like that.
She gives a nod of her head.
UVR: A wise decision. I know your father is capable as he has successfully assaulted me twice on your behalf. I do not take a seven foot tall man lightly in the slightest. That would be utter foolishness regardless of his age.
CCM: Yeah, makes sense. The way I see it is, we had an agreement. And while there’s been a couple close shaves... I’ve kept to my word. I’ve kept on trucking, without the old man’s help too... well, he did take a swipe at Luther, but have you seen that guy? I’m pretty sure three-quarters of the arena would take a swing at him if they could!
He grins.
CCM: My point is, while I understand you wanting to take dad out, peace of mind and all that... it was largely unnecessary. I have many flaws, I take many shortcuts... but I am not a dishonest man. Dad taught me that when I was a kid. So whether dad makes it out tonight or not... rest assured, the match between us will be straight up. No BS. You have my word.
There is a momentary pause as she weighs each word spoken. Ursula slowly tilts her head to one side, looking up at CCM with a bit of a smirk.
UVR: Very rarely have I seen you not achieve victory through shenanigans and dishonest tactics, Mr. Millar. Your word is one thing, your actions have often told another tale. Do you know what I see when I look at you? A wrestling conman. You are capable enough to achieve great things when you so desire, but always it is through tricks and shortcuts, like you said. What happened with Luther Thunder proved my point even further.
Slowly she rises from that chair now, slipping the championship onto her shoulder and now looking down at CCM.
UVR: Tell me, how far do you think you would have gotten without Winston’s assistance, hmm?
CCM takes a moment, before grinning widely.
CCM: You’re smarter than the average, that’s for sure. I don’t know, honestly. But that’s the fun thing isn’t it? We call all hypotheses with “what ifs” and “maybes” but that’s a little IWC. The way I see it? Reality is what you make of it. Would I trip and fall on my face without the big man? Maybe.
He looks up to her, and grins once more.
CCM: I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? And hell, if wrestling goes tits up, maybe I’ll get a job as a used car salesman.
There is an unnerving quality to the smile that crosses Ursula’s face, more so than usual as she matches gazes with her future challenger.
UVR: You pay me a compliment but underestimate my intelligence all in the same breath. The game you play is misdirection, the long con. You want everyone to think you are not as capable as you really are and your father has been the instrument of this. One ignores him, they suffer. One underestimates you because of your over reliance on him and they suffer greater.
She leans in, bringing her forehead mere inches from his now.
UVR: You are a far more cunning man than others give you credit for, Johnathan. Let’s see how your resolve holds up after I have finished with your father…
CCM nods, going to walk out. As he steps through the door, he says one last thing.
CCM: Beating up my dad didn’t help Luther. But we shall see!
He walks out of the room.
HARDCORE MATCHAs Bullet moves a little closer to the ropes to take an angle on Veronica, Vanessa starts to reach in only to find herself staring into the eyes of Tracy Dixon on one side and Sammi Belmont on the other. Juliet Black almost starts laughing from across the ring as Vanessa backs up, her hands in the air to show she’s not doing anything. Dixon and Belmont both nod knowingly, crossing their arms to show their full disposition. The referee comes over and starts to get on them for looking like they’re about to get physical with each other and Vanessa protests that she wasn’t doing anything. Tracy and Sammi both back up a step to show the referee the proper respect while their arms remain crossed and their gazes remain affixed to Vanessa.
Veronica nods to Danielle and the two of them try to jump Bullet as a duo while the referee is not looking. Bullet starts throwing wild punches to defend herself but the Influencers start to take over. Bandit runs across the ring and the crowd explodes as the four of them start fighting. The referee turns around to see all four competitors going at it in the ring and starts counting at them to try and get some control.
1!
2!
3!
Danielle separates from Bandit and runs to her corner, stepping out to the apron.
4!
Bandit turns and runs back to her corner as well, the referee following her back. With the referee’s back turns again, Danielle comes right back in and Vanessa goes to throw her something from the floor. Dixon and Belmont both tackle Vanessa on the floor. Danielle catches the knucks and fumbles with them a second before slipping them onto her hand. As she gates them on properly, the referee turns around to see her putting them on. He gets out his warning just as Danielle goes to hit Bullet. Bullet moves and Danielle makes contact with the Shieldmaidens’ President’s forehead! The referee calls for the disqualification and all hell breaks loose. Bandit runs into the ring and jumps onto Danielle. Veronica grabs Danielle and pulls her out to the floor when the lumberjacks are all moving in to finish off Vanessa. Veronica grabs the perfume bottle and starts spraying in every direction. This allows Danielle to grab her sister and for the Influencers to book it up the aisle.
WINNERS BY DISQUALIFICATION: RIOT GROUP!!
Spazz: I'm with the fans! That's fuckin' bullshit!
Koss: The Influencers lost, but they managed to potentially concuss a member of one of their tag team opponents and you have to wonder how that's going to effect the huge mutli tag team championship match coming up at Final Countdown.
Spazz: No shit, yo. Brass Knucks are no fuckin' joke, even to the thickest of skulls dawg.
SEGMENT
The Lady Terminator relaxes in a comfortable leather lounge chair within her private locker room, dressed in her black leather wrestling attire. She passes the time waiting for her match reading the classic George Orwell novel, 1984. The room itself was unlike any other locker room in the building, featuring a pair of hand carved wooden lockers, a matching short bench, velvet carpeted floor, and a rather large flat panel display that taps directly into the arena’s live feed of the wrestling ring. With a lick of her thumb, she turns the page.
There is a knock on the door, and it opens without waiting for a response. In walks the number one contender for the Queen of the South Championship, CCM.
CCM: Crikey... pretty sweet crib you’ve got here. I laced my boots up sitting on a bucket.
Ursula slips a bookmark between the pages she was reading and places the book down on a nearby end table.
UVR: When one negotiates properly, they can have a great deal. Everything in here is my property.
She clasps her hands together, opting to remain seated and comfortable as she regards the younger Millar before her.
UVR: What can I do for you, Mr. Millar?
CCM smiles.
CCM: I’m looking forward to your match with my father tonight. Don’t sleep on the old man, he’s up in years, but he’s still a tough bastard. But... yeah. Just wanted to assure you, I won’t be getting involved tonight. Thought it might help you rest easy, something like that.
She gives a nod of her head.
UVR: A wise decision. I know your father is capable as he has successfully assaulted me twice on your behalf. I do not take a seven foot tall man lightly in the slightest. That would be utter foolishness regardless of his age.
CCM: Yeah, makes sense. The way I see it is, we had an agreement. And while there’s been a couple close shaves... I’ve kept to my word. I’ve kept on trucking, without the old man’s help too... well, he did take a swipe at Luther, but have you seen that guy? I’m pretty sure three-quarters of the arena would take a swing at him if they could!
He grins.
CCM: My point is, while I understand you wanting to take dad out, peace of mind and all that... it was largely unnecessary. I have many flaws, I take many shortcuts... but I am not a dishonest man. Dad taught me that when I was a kid. So whether dad makes it out tonight or not... rest assured, the match between us will be straight up. No BS. You have my word.
There is a momentary pause as she weighs each word spoken. Ursula slowly tilts her head to one side, looking up at CCM with a bit of a smirk.
UVR: Very rarely have I seen you not achieve victory through shenanigans and dishonest tactics, Mr. Millar. Your word is one thing, your actions have often told another tale. Do you know what I see when I look at you? A wrestling conman. You are capable enough to achieve great things when you so desire, but always it is through tricks and shortcuts, like you said. What happened with Luther Thunder proved my point even further.
Slowly she rises from that chair now, slipping the championship onto her shoulder and now looking down at CCM.
UVR: Tell me, how far do you think you would have gotten without Winston’s assistance, hmm?
CCM takes a moment, before grinning widely.
CCM: You’re smarter than the average, that’s for sure. I don’t know, honestly. But that’s the fun thing isn’t it? We call all hypotheses with “what ifs” and “maybes” but that’s a little IWC. The way I see it? Reality is what you make of it. Would I trip and fall on my face without the big man? Maybe.
He looks up to her, and grins once more.
CCM: I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? And hell, if wrestling goes tits up, maybe I’ll get a job as a used car salesman.
There is an unnerving quality to the smile that crosses Ursula’s face, more so than usual as she matches gazes with her future challenger.
UVR: You pay me a compliment but underestimate my intelligence all in the same breath. The game you play is misdirection, the long con. You want everyone to think you are not as capable as you really are and your father has been the instrument of this. One ignores him, they suffer. One underestimates you because of your over reliance on him and they suffer greater.
She leans in, bringing her forehead mere inches from his now.
UVR: You are a far more cunning man than others give you credit for, Johnathan. Let’s see how your resolve holds up after I have finished with your father…
CCM nods, going to walk out. As he steps through the door, he says one last thing.
CCM: Beating up my dad didn’t help Luther. But we shall see!
He walks out of the room.
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-WINSTON DYSON-MILLAR w/CCM-
There is a huge stare down between the 7 foot figure of WMD and the full foot shorter yet no less imposing UVR at the start of the match. There is a bit of dialog between them that results in Winston slugging Ursula full force. She takes it like a champ and looks back at him with a sour expression. He rears back and hits her again, harder. She is moved back one step, but still doesn’t go down and simply steps forward and looks back at him. He rears the fist back again only to fake out with a left jab, but Ursula blocks it and hits him with a hard kick to his left knee, dropping him to one knee and promptly following up by grabbing his head and ramming her knee into his face once, twice, three times before she allows his head to snap back out of her hands. She then hits the GASTRIZEIN KICK square in his chest! WMD flat backs on the canvas with a croaked cough. Winded, he grabs the ropes and tries to pull himself up. Ursula does nothing to stop him, merely watching and waiting. When he’s on his feet, she motions him forward and Winston comes at her with the BIG BOOT! She eats the full force of the kick, rocked flat on her back. She rolls on to one knee to eat a knee to her own face, snapping her to a full stand. Two fast jabs and a right cross send her staggering, followed by a boot to the gut to double her over. WMD straddles her head, eyes wide with shock only for a moment before dipping down and whipping her up onto his shoulder and dropping her to the canvas with THE POWERBOMB! Ursula hits the canvas with a bounce and falls very still. WMD stands in disbelief before dropping across her for the pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!!! TTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
He’s shoved off on his knees, looking on in shock as Ursula sits up, whips her head to face him and looks him dead in the eyes before hitting THE BIONIC HEADBUTT! Millar’s knocked back on his rear, cupping a profusely bleeding and possibly broken nose. Ursula rises, then rushes to the ropes and comes back with a running kick square to his face! WMD strangely sits up and looks up at Ursula, almost mocking her sit up. She permits a small smile and steps back, but did not expect WMD to roll onto his side and catch her with a leg sweep, which he then promptly follows up with a falling elbow drop, but the Lady Terminator back rolls out of the way, letting him eat nothing but mat! He gets up snarling and cradling his elbow, turning right into a SPEAR from Ursula! She rises to her feet. Completely winded, he could do little to stop her from picking him up, doubling him over, and putting him into a pumphandle hold. She then whips him up, over and dumps him with a facebuster to the canvas. He pops up on his knees and she follows up with a TERMINATOR KICK… JUDGMENT DAY delivered!!! WMD rolls flat on his back, staring up at lights with glazed eyes! Ursula does not pin him, however. She nudges him over onto his stomach and squats down over his lower back. She promptly locks him up into a Full Nelson and starts to violently wrench him left and right with THE MEGA LOCK!!!
Halfway in the midst of it all, Winston comes too and is immediately wailing in agony as his spine is violently wrenched in ways it had never been, his shoulders slowly dislocating. He passes out from the pain. The referee motions for the bell!!
WINNER: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Suddenly CCM comes running down the aisle, sliding under the ropes to greet Ursula with a chair to the gut to double her over, followed by a devastating chair shot to the back of her head to drop her! He then checks on his father who draws shallow breaths. The ref is checking him over and makes a cross arm signal, indicating injury. EMT’s rush down the ramp. CCM then looks for Ursula, noticing she’s not where he left her….
…Instead, She’s standing right behind him. She catches CCM’s arms from behind and before he can even fight out of it, locks on a rear double chickenwing hold, lifts him up and violently slams him down with THE VON TERMINATOR RIGHT ON HIS OWN CHAIR!!!
The Lady Terminator slides out of the ring, collects her QoTS championship, and calmly walks away from the two Millars laid out behind her. There’s a smug look of satisfaction on her face as she walks away.
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach making a huge statement here tonight!
Spazz: How the fuck is CCM gonna' beat Bitchzilla? Ursula's been unbeatable as the Queen of the South champion and she just laid waste to both challenger and his Dad.
Koss: I don't know, but CCM is clearly the underdog coming into this battle and as we all know, Ursula's Mega Lock is perhaps one of the most devastating submission holds in the business.
Spazz: She's paralyzed motherfuckers with that move, holding it on too long. It's as cruel as it is painful.
Koss: It's definitely a move she reserves for special occasions and opponents. Despite how I may feel about the cheating of the Millars, I sincerely hope Winston will be able to walk after this.
SEGMENT
We are backstage at the world renown Rebel Star Arena in beautiful Rome, Georgia with the reigning and at least for the time being Ultimate Conquest Champion Luther Thunder, dressed to compete with that prestigious championship draped across his shoulder and of course as per usual his wife and manager Esme Thunder right there beside him.
Esme Thunder: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears, for my name is Esme Thunder, the valet of the supremely handsome and talented Ultimate Conquest Champion, Luther Thunder. But of course. And tonight, my husband will go one one one with a very dangerous woman in the form of Becca Maguire with the gold on the line, in a tables match no less. A woman after my own heart in many ways, not least because she did something I’ve always wanted to do, and that’s punk out CCM’s little limey ass. Good job on that one, Becca. But do not expect such a free evening against Luther. We respect you as a competitor; you have a long line of people who have fallen in your wake. But half this damn roster have stepped up to my husband, and yet the championship remains right here over his shoulder. Now granted, you don’t have to pin Luther, or make him submit, to win the championship. But as tough as you are... Luther is big, mean and hard to move at the best of times, so... it’s not like smashing him through furniture is going to be an easy task. Either way, I’m looking forward to the match. It’s nice to face someone who stands up and fights, rather than someone like Coda who’s just a crybaby.
She leans up against Luther and his championship as the big man smirks pleasantly.
Luther Thunder: Now I must admit that when our last encounter ended the way it did, that you would not make it this far that we’d get another chance. Part of me doubted if I would either, not that I’d lose the championship before you get a chance but if you would lose whatever patience and temper you have and you would just outright injure everyone in your way or be involved in our previous match. Yet you didn’t, you understood that what happened was not my fault but the fault of absolutely biased, corrupted and ill fit official who should not be allowed to call judgement on whether ham goes over cheese or which way the toilet roll is put in the dispenser, let alone an important thing as Ultimate Conquest Championship Match. Going into this match with you, I have a pretty strong idea of just who you are and what you are capable of doing and putting me through a table is no herculean feat, I’ve gone through them before and there are people who this day would probably pay great, not just good but GREAT money to be in your shoes in this match. You’ve held championships before, here and elsewhere, nobody doubts that you could not achieve it again. Least of all me.
Esme Thunder: Despite the vile lies that some would spew about my husband, he is an honest, straightforward and trustworthy man. We look forward to an honorable battle. Oh, and Coda... I don’t know if you can actually walk, but if you can... I’d suggest keeping your nose out of this. Because if you don’t... you won’t be walking much longer.
She smirks as we head back to ringside.
SEGMENT
We cut backstage to find Monty Proust standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.Monty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Becca “Bruiser” Maguire!
The camera pans out a little to reveal Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing beside the interviewer.
Monty Proust: Becca… tonight you get another opportunity at the Conquest Championship… only this time it’s a Tables Match… and you don’t have to deal with an official with an ulterior motive… how do you feel?
Bruiser smirks as she folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: It’s no fuckin’ secret that I started doin’ this late, lad. This whole wrestlin’ business… my fuckin’ dream… I thought I’d never be able to do it coz o’ two severe knee injuries. I ain’t had the luxury o’ havin’ multiple title reigns… I’ll never have a decade lon’ career like most o’ the lads and lasses here will have.
Unfolding her arms, she points sternly to the floor.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: But tonight?! In the here and now?! I get the chance to add another fuckin’ championship to my list o’ accomplishments! And this time… I don’t have to worry about some fuckin’ dodgy ref with an agenda like ya’ll said!
Maguire now turns her focus to the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Luther, lad?! Ya time as Conquest Champion is over! I’m puttin’ ya’lls ass through a fuckin’ table and I’m walkin’ outta here as the NEW Conquest Champion!
Bruiser then puts her hood up over her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Hell is empty… and the Bruiser cometh!
The Shieldmaiden then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and then makes the M shape with her hands before storming off camera as we cut elsewhere.
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
TABLES MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
TABLES MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
It’s an explosion from the starting gate as Bruiser Maguire unleashes all of her pent up frustration and rage at being snubbed for her title shot for so long. Luther is genuinely caught off guard by the woman’s ballistic attack, forced back step by step while turtling up against the onslaught of savage punches, kicks, forearms and elbow strikes. He swings back at her, and she ducks and weaves around his punches, peppering his ribs and mid section with each pass. He goes for a swift kick and Bruiser catches it, but is left wide open for a follow up meaty right cross that rocks her world, sending her staggering and then dropping to one knee. This seems to only piss her off as she gets right back to her feet and swings for the fences. Luther ducks low, scoops her up into a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER! Luther takes a moment to gloat to the crowd. He gathers his foe up soon after and she checks him with a forearm to the jaw and proceeds to batter him from a kneeling position. He catches her arm, grips her throat and yanks her to a stand, then pulls her up over his head, but she slips off and drops behind him, hitting THE FREEDOM PUNCH right to the back of his head! Luther drops to one knee, shaken from the shot, dropping to one knee. Becca runs past him, hits the ropes and comes back with a wicked Penalty Kick that rocks him flat on his back. Bruiser slides out of the ring, gathering a table only to get cracked in the head by Esme with a glass beer bottle. The shot is taken, but Becca shakes her head, blood running down her forehead as she glares holes through Esme. Mrs. Thunder rears her fist back but gets a headbutt for her troubles, then scooped up into a pop up Powerbomb and *KRACKUNCHKT!* She’s violently put through a table!
As Bruiser rises from the wreckage of Luther’s wife, her face is enveloped by the big meaty hand of the Champion who effortlessly yanks her up onto the apron, then tosses her back into the ring. Becca’s on her feet and charging, but Luther throws a boot right into her face with THE THUNDERSTRUCK KICK! Bruiser is out on her feet, stumbling around before falling face down on the canvas. Luther gathers her up, jams a knee into her gut for insurance, then straddles her head. He points to a table set up outside the ring and whips her up into the Crucifix position. Getting a running start he launches Becca out of the ring with THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES! *KRACKUNCHKT!!!*
WINNER AND STILL ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther takes his belt and quickly exits putting an arm around a dazed Esme, who had just freshly extracted herself from the wreckage of the table Bruiser put her through.
Spazz: Goddamn! If Esme hadn't distracted Bruiser, we might've had a new Ultimate Conquest Champion!
Koss: We'll file that into the what might've been category until the rematch down the line. Hook or crook, Thunder still holds the gold!
Spazz: Show's been pretty fuckin' intense so far.
Koss: And we’ve still got plenty left to go!
Suddenly the opening to “The Gun Show” by In This Moment begins to play through the PA system and as soon as Maria Brink’s vocals kick in, Killer Carter storms out onto the stage with a snarl on her face and stops on stage before turning around to reveal ‘KC’ written in white on the back of her sleeveless leather jacket as she stretches out her arms displaying the devil's horns with her hands before she swiftly turns around and begins to storm down the ramp.
Spazz: Well here comes Killer Carter. Think she’s still pissed about the match against Griff two weeks ago?
Koss: Carter always seems to look like she’s in a bad mood even when she isn’t!
When Carter reaches the bottom of the ramp, she wastes little time in rolling under the bottom rope and marches to the middle of the ring and outstretches her arms again displaying the devil’s horns, still maintaining that vicious snarl as she calls for a microphone and is handed one as “The Gun Show” fades out.
Killer Carter: You know… ever since my tainted victory over Griffin Hawkins two weeks ago at the hands of Kendrick Kross… I’ve been doing some thinking…
The behemoth paces the ring a little.
Killer Carter: Naturally… I was pissed off… still am if I’m being honest. I wanted to prove that I could beat a legend like Hawkins on my own! And that was taken away from me!
KC shrugs.
Killer Carter: But then I thought to myself… a win is a win…
Carter now turns her attention to the stage.
Killer Carter: A win is a win and while I may not be happy about how I did it, that victory over someone of the caliber of Griffin Hawkins means something! It means something huge! And while I don’t even know if winning that ladder match awarded me some kind of opportunity… I’m gonna fucking make one for myself!
She leans on the ropes as a grin forms on her face.
Killer Carter: Ursula… Von… Rossbach…
The fans cheer at the mention of the Queen of the South Champion’s name.
Killer Carter: How long have you held that title for now? Over a year? And no matter who has stepped to you… nobody has been able to take that from you!
The behemoth chuckles.
Killer Carter: Well I know someone who can…
KC points to herself.
Killer Carter: I know that I can take that championship from you because I’ve done this song and dance before! See I once worked for a company who had this World Champion… and like you she was unstoppable! Every single time she faced off against a challenger… she would be the one to walk out still holding the gold. She even beat me once… just like you have…
Carter paces the ring some more.
Killer Carter: But then? I worked my ass off every fucking day! I pushed myself harder than ever before! I voluntarily picked to be the number one entrant in a thirty person over the top rope Battle Royal match where the winner would receive a shot at this unbeatable champion! And I went all the fucking way and won it!
Leaning against the ropes again, her expression turns serious.
Killer Carter: And then the second time I stepped into the ring with her? With the gold on the line? I became the first person to beat her.
She goes back to pacing.
Killer Carter: Now I know you’re busy at the moment. That’s fine. I can wait. But just so you know. Once your schedule is free? I ain’t hard to find.
KC then drops the microphone as “In This Moment” blasts out of the PA system and she then exits the ring.
Spazz: Bitch got balls to call out the wrath of the Von Terminator herself!
Koss: Well we know Carter is a monster in that ring and she’s already taken it to Ursula before despite coming out on the losing end.
Koss: Well I’m sure the SRW fans wouldn’t object to seeing UVR/KC II… especially if the Queen of the South Championship is on the line!
Spazz: I’m Down!
The behemoth makes her way up the ramp and reaches the stage before outstretching her arms and displaying the devil’s horns with her hands one last time before disappearing to the back as we cut elsewhere.
As Bruiser rises from the wreckage of Luther’s wife, her face is enveloped by the big meaty hand of the Champion who effortlessly yanks her up onto the apron, then tosses her back into the ring. Becca’s on her feet and charging, but Luther throws a boot right into her face with THE THUNDERSTRUCK KICK! Bruiser is out on her feet, stumbling around before falling face down on the canvas. Luther gathers her up, jams a knee into her gut for insurance, then straddles her head. He points to a table set up outside the ring and whips her up into the Crucifix position. Getting a running start he launches Becca out of the ring with THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES! *KRACKUNCHKT!!!*
WINNER AND STILL ULTIMATE CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!
Luther takes his belt and quickly exits putting an arm around a dazed Esme, who had just freshly extracted herself from the wreckage of the table Bruiser put her through.
Spazz: Goddamn! If Esme hadn't distracted Bruiser, we might've had a new Ultimate Conquest Champion!
Koss: We'll file that into the what might've been category until the rematch down the line. Hook or crook, Thunder still holds the gold!
SEGMENT
Spazz: Show's been pretty fuckin' intense so far.
Koss: And we’ve still got plenty left to go!
Suddenly the opening to “The Gun Show” by In This Moment begins to play through the PA system and as soon as Maria Brink’s vocals kick in, Killer Carter storms out onto the stage with a snarl on her face and stops on stage before turning around to reveal ‘KC’ written in white on the back of her sleeveless leather jacket as she stretches out her arms displaying the devil's horns with her hands before she swiftly turns around and begins to storm down the ramp.
Spazz: Well here comes Killer Carter. Think she’s still pissed about the match against Griff two weeks ago?
Koss: Carter always seems to look like she’s in a bad mood even when she isn’t!
When Carter reaches the bottom of the ramp, she wastes little time in rolling under the bottom rope and marches to the middle of the ring and outstretches her arms again displaying the devil’s horns, still maintaining that vicious snarl as she calls for a microphone and is handed one as “The Gun Show” fades out.
Killer Carter: You know… ever since my tainted victory over Griffin Hawkins two weeks ago at the hands of Kendrick Kross… I’ve been doing some thinking…
The behemoth paces the ring a little.
Killer Carter: Naturally… I was pissed off… still am if I’m being honest. I wanted to prove that I could beat a legend like Hawkins on my own! And that was taken away from me!
KC shrugs.
Killer Carter: But then I thought to myself… a win is a win…
Carter now turns her attention to the stage.
Killer Carter: A win is a win and while I may not be happy about how I did it, that victory over someone of the caliber of Griffin Hawkins means something! It means something huge! And while I don’t even know if winning that ladder match awarded me some kind of opportunity… I’m gonna fucking make one for myself!
She leans on the ropes as a grin forms on her face.
Killer Carter: Ursula… Von… Rossbach…
The fans cheer at the mention of the Queen of the South Champion’s name.
Killer Carter: How long have you held that title for now? Over a year? And no matter who has stepped to you… nobody has been able to take that from you!
The behemoth chuckles.
Killer Carter: Well I know someone who can…
KC points to herself.
Killer Carter: I know that I can take that championship from you because I’ve done this song and dance before! See I once worked for a company who had this World Champion… and like you she was unstoppable! Every single time she faced off against a challenger… she would be the one to walk out still holding the gold. She even beat me once… just like you have…
Carter paces the ring some more.
Killer Carter: But then? I worked my ass off every fucking day! I pushed myself harder than ever before! I voluntarily picked to be the number one entrant in a thirty person over the top rope Battle Royal match where the winner would receive a shot at this unbeatable champion! And I went all the fucking way and won it!
Leaning against the ropes again, her expression turns serious.
Killer Carter: And then the second time I stepped into the ring with her? With the gold on the line? I became the first person to beat her.
She goes back to pacing.
Killer Carter: Now I know you’re busy at the moment. That’s fine. I can wait. But just so you know. Once your schedule is free? I ain’t hard to find.
KC then drops the microphone as “In This Moment” blasts out of the PA system and she then exits the ring.
Spazz: Bitch got balls to call out the wrath of the Von Terminator herself!
Koss: Well we know Carter is a monster in that ring and she’s already taken it to Ursula before despite coming out on the losing end.
Koss: Well I’m sure the SRW fans wouldn’t object to seeing UVR/KC II… especially if the Queen of the South Championship is on the line!
Spazz: I’m Down!
The behemoth makes her way up the ramp and reaches the stage before outstretching her arms and displaying the devil’s horns with her hands one last time before disappearing to the back as we cut elsewhere.
MAIN EVENT
TORNADO TAG TEAM STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH
-JUSTICE CROSS & GRIFFIN HAWKINS-VS-BIANCA DAVIS & KENDRICK KROSS-
TORNADO TAG TEAM STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH
-JUSTICE CROSS & GRIFFIN HAWKINS-VS-BIANCA DAVIS & KENDRICK KROSS-
The bell sounds and, despite the injuries he suffered at Grapps just hours prior to this event, Griffin Hawkins goes right at Kendrick, the two trading shots while Bianca immediately rushes for the door. Justice cuts her off and throws her back into the ring. Bianca scratches at Justice’s eyes and goes to try and climb out. Justice pulls her back down as Bianca desperately tries to get loose, clearly wanting no part of this whole situation. Bianca protests her treatment as Justice throws her back into the ring where she inadvertently trips Kendrick and Griffin clotheslines him down. Griffin goes to cover Kendrick.
Kendrick kicks out.
Bianca again goes for the door but Justice goes and cuts her off just as she did before. Kendrick and Griffin get up and continue to hammer away on each other. Bianca gets loose and goes for the door again. Justice gets the and pulls it shut, knocking Bianca back into the ring. Justice comes after her and Kendrick catches her for a big pop-up powerbomb. Justice hits hard and rolls to the side. Griffin comes in to hit Kendrick again and gets thrown against the ropes. Bianca pops up next to him and handcuffs him to the cage. Griffin tries to pull away, finds himself cuffed and starts trying to pull himself free. Bianca steps away laughing at Griffin's predicament, Kendrick joining in with her. Justice rolls over gingerly and rolls Bianca up.
Bianca kicks out.
Kendrick tackles Justice while Bianca goes to the wall and starts to climb. Griffin tries to pull himself free while Bianca keeps making progress scaling the wall. Bianca gets to the top, slips over and starts down while Kendrick and Justice fight and Griffin tries to get loose. Bianca drops to the floor and grins at the crowd. Kendrick grabs Justice and hits her with the Death Drop and covers, staring up at Griffin as he does so.
Justice kicks out.
Bianca has long since left the match at this point, disappearing through the back as if she'd done her part. Kendrick gets up and backs off like he’s gonna go for the Tramp Stamp on Justice. He smirks, nods and then starts up the cage wall instead. Griffin starts thrashing wildly while Justice remains down on the mat. Kendrick starts up the wall, glancing back every few inches to grin back at Griffin and blow a kiss at Justice on the mat. Griffin grimaces as he pulls harder and harder, finally dislocating his thumb and pulling his hand free of the cuffs. He runs over, jumps up onto the top rope and jumps onto the wall, grabbing Kendrick as they get to the top. Griffin stands up and pulls Kendrick up, screaming at him. “Do you wanna jump? Do you wanna?!!!?” Kendrick stares at Griffin in shock as Griffin grabs him and superplexes him off the top of the cage back into the ring. They crash to the mat with a ring rattling impact and the crowd goes berserk!
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
All three remaining competitors lie on the mat in pain for several seconds. Justice is the first to move, looking around and seeing Griffin and Kendrick both down. Justice staggers up as Griffin and Kendrick start to move. Griffin pulls himself up by the ropes and he and Justice come together to give Kendrick a powerbomb neckbreaker combo. Justice pops up while Griffin leans against the ropes. He nods to the cage wall and Justice goes for it, climbing the wall for all she’s worth. As she reaches the top, Griffin starts up as well. Justice makes it over the top and drops to the floor. Griffin starts climbing, As he reaches not quite the halfway point, Kendrick staggers up. He runs over and pulls Griffin off the wall. Griffin and Kendrick slug it out for what feels like years until Kendrick grabs Griffin and runs him full force into the cage wall with what amounts to a pounce-type maneuver. Both men smash the wall clean off its moorings, sending it down like a giant ramp.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Griffin and Kendrick stagger up and start trading shits again, both now bleeding all over the place. Kendrick goes for a powerbomb but Griffin reverses it into a rana. Kendrick crashes into the barricade, landing him on the floor. Griffin stares at it and can’t believe it, smacking himself on the forehead, cursing himself for the miscue. Kendrick sits up laughing even as he groans in pain from the landing.
WINNERS: KENDRICK KROSS AND BIANCA DAVIS!!!
The crowds boo uproariously as Kendrick heads up the aisle, his music playing as Griffin stares on, shaking his head.
Spazz: Griff you dumbass!!! Shoulda' threw his ass to the apron, not to the aisle!
Koss: To be fair, he was not 100% entering this match and what a hell of a match it was. Both sides gave as good as they got. For now though, we'll have to see the retribution another time for it is the end of this edition of Savage Revolution! Thank you for watching and tune in next week for FURY ROAD REBORN!!!
Spazz: YO! ROLL THE CREDITS! I gotta' get my toke on motherfuckers!!!
Kendrick kicks out.
Bianca again goes for the door but Justice goes and cuts her off just as she did before. Kendrick and Griffin get up and continue to hammer away on each other. Bianca gets loose and goes for the door again. Justice gets the and pulls it shut, knocking Bianca back into the ring. Justice comes after her and Kendrick catches her for a big pop-up powerbomb. Justice hits hard and rolls to the side. Griffin comes in to hit Kendrick again and gets thrown against the ropes. Bianca pops up next to him and handcuffs him to the cage. Griffin tries to pull away, finds himself cuffed and starts trying to pull himself free. Bianca steps away laughing at Griffin's predicament, Kendrick joining in with her. Justice rolls over gingerly and rolls Bianca up.
Bianca kicks out.
Kendrick tackles Justice while Bianca goes to the wall and starts to climb. Griffin tries to pull himself free while Bianca keeps making progress scaling the wall. Bianca gets to the top, slips over and starts down while Kendrick and Justice fight and Griffin tries to get loose. Bianca drops to the floor and grins at the crowd. Kendrick grabs Justice and hits her with the Death Drop and covers, staring up at Griffin as he does so.
Justice kicks out.
Bianca has long since left the match at this point, disappearing through the back as if she'd done her part. Kendrick gets up and backs off like he’s gonna go for the Tramp Stamp on Justice. He smirks, nods and then starts up the cage wall instead. Griffin starts thrashing wildly while Justice remains down on the mat. Kendrick starts up the wall, glancing back every few inches to grin back at Griffin and blow a kiss at Justice on the mat. Griffin grimaces as he pulls harder and harder, finally dislocating his thumb and pulling his hand free of the cuffs. He runs over, jumps up onto the top rope and jumps onto the wall, grabbing Kendrick as they get to the top. Griffin stands up and pulls Kendrick up, screaming at him. “Do you wanna jump? Do you wanna?!!!?” Kendrick stares at Griffin in shock as Griffin grabs him and superplexes him off the top of the cage back into the ring. They crash to the mat with a ring rattling impact and the crowd goes berserk!
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
All three remaining competitors lie on the mat in pain for several seconds. Justice is the first to move, looking around and seeing Griffin and Kendrick both down. Justice staggers up as Griffin and Kendrick start to move. Griffin pulls himself up by the ropes and he and Justice come together to give Kendrick a powerbomb neckbreaker combo. Justice pops up while Griffin leans against the ropes. He nods to the cage wall and Justice goes for it, climbing the wall for all she’s worth. As she reaches the top, Griffin starts up as well. Justice makes it over the top and drops to the floor. Griffin starts climbing, As he reaches not quite the halfway point, Kendrick staggers up. He runs over and pulls Griffin off the wall. Griffin and Kendrick slug it out for what feels like years until Kendrick grabs Griffin and runs him full force into the cage wall with what amounts to a pounce-type maneuver. Both men smash the wall clean off its moorings, sending it down like a giant ramp.
“HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Griffin and Kendrick stagger up and start trading shits again, both now bleeding all over the place. Kendrick goes for a powerbomb but Griffin reverses it into a rana. Kendrick crashes into the barricade, landing him on the floor. Griffin stares at it and can’t believe it, smacking himself on the forehead, cursing himself for the miscue. Kendrick sits up laughing even as he groans in pain from the landing.
WINNERS: KENDRICK KROSS AND BIANCA DAVIS!!!
The crowds boo uproariously as Kendrick heads up the aisle, his music playing as Griffin stares on, shaking his head.
Spazz: Griff you dumbass!!! Shoulda' threw his ass to the apron, not to the aisle!
Koss: To be fair, he was not 100% entering this match and what a hell of a match it was. Both sides gave as good as they got. For now though, we'll have to see the retribution another time for it is the end of this edition of Savage Revolution! Thank you for watching and tune in next week for FURY ROAD REBORN!!!
Spazz: YO! ROLL THE CREDITS! I gotta' get my toke on motherfuckers!!!
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CREDITS
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-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-RYAN SAMUELS-
RC
-RISA JACKSON-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
RC
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATE STEELE(C)-VS-ISA STORM-
RC
TAG TEAM LUMBERJACK MATCH
-INFLUENCERS (VERONICA TAYLOR & DANIELLE PAGE)-VS-RIOT GROUP*-
ALEX
HARDCORE MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-WINSTON DYSON-MILLAR w/CCM-
RC
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
TABLES MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
RC
TORNADO TAG TEAM STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH
-JUSTICE CROSS & GRIFFIN HAWKINS-VS-BIANCA DAVIS & KENDRICK KROSS-
ALEX
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-AKAKO OGAWA-VS-RYAN SAMUELS-
RC
-RISA JACKSON-VS-JAZMYN RAIN-
RC
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATE STEELE(C)-VS-ISA STORM-
RC
TAG TEAM LUMBERJACK MATCH
-INFLUENCERS (VERONICA TAYLOR & DANIELLE PAGE)-VS-RIOT GROUP*-
ALEX
HARDCORE MATCH
-URSULA VON ROSSBACH-VS-WINSTON DYSON-MILLAR w/CCM-
RC
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
TABLES MATCH
-LUTHER THUNDER(C)-VS-BECCA MAGUIRE-
RC
TORNADO TAG TEAM STEEL CAGE GRUDGE MATCH
-JUSTICE CROSS & GRIFFIN HAWKINS-VS-BIANCA DAVIS & KENDRICK KROSS-
ALEX